the baffled king composing hallelujah
Ronin, of course, indulges Jyoti with as many belly scritches as she can handle, a fond grin spreading across his face. He glanced back at Amalia as she spoke, her tone of voice wildly out of sync with her words, but before he could ask further details she was already beginning to shift into something altogether more feline. "Oh... oh, well, if you put it like that..."
His grin becoming a deal more mischievous, Ronin let Jyoti go so that he could take a few steps back from the leopard. "Deal," he agreed. "Catch us if you can." Without further ado two Ronins would run in opposite directions, inviting Amalia to chase whichever one she thought was real. The effort of keeping the illusion up and concentrating on his own movements was close to monumental, but he was sure it would be worth it.
His grin becoming a deal more mischievous, Ronin let Jyoti go so that he could take a few steps back from the leopard. "Deal," he agreed. "Catch us if you can." Without further ado two Ronins would run in opposite directions, inviting Amalia to chase whichever one she thought was real. The effort of keeping the illusion up and concentrating on his own movements was close to monumental, but he was sure it would be worth it.
